About my dream of being their mother

I dream about a lot of things.

Some outcast came back from hell, and some suture-covered person ripped his skull off and then took his brain out again.

It looks scary, but it would be nice to have a Coke or a chilled watermelon.

I thought so, and when I opened my eyes from sleep, I suddenly saw the appearance of a hell girl floating on the ceiling.

"Someone is going to send your child to hell."

Hellgirls shouldn't be like this.

She should treat everyone the same and treat every child equally.

She shouldn't be prejudiced, she shouldn't be obsessed, and she shouldn't be as persistent and stubborn as she is now.

She shouldn't have told me about it.

She will go to hell.

She will suffer the purgatory tortures of hell.

She and the people she loves will suffer forever under the curse——

"It's all right," she said, "I've broken the curse."

Ah, that's great.

Something moist and salty ran down my cheeks.

"That's great, Ai-chan."

"That man, who hates your child, could untie the scarecrow at any moment."

"Ah, so..."

I fell silent.

"Why do you hate...?"

I find it incredible that this child is still a child, a baby, and he can't even speak now, and even stumbles and wrestles when he walks.

Someone actually hated him.

"Are you resenting him for taking away the other party's position?"

I was a little stunned.

After Wu was born, he was judged to have the double inheritance of six eyes and no lower limit, and he was automatically regarded as the head of the family and the son of God.

As long as the other party is sensible and able to speak, he will accept the position of the Patriarch of the Wutiao family.

"a?"

I can't figure it out.

"Are you...resenting that Satoru is a boy?" Just like the first time, because he is a boy, he can be loved by people and hate by his enemies.

"Let's put on a small skirt for Wu-chan and go out today."

I should find out who the hell is resenting my kids.

Then kill him.

but I do not have.

Why not do this?

I thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out.

"Ai-chan, who is that person?"

She did not answer.

The figure disappeared on the ceiling.

The hell girl named Yan Moai is not allowed to tell others about the accident of the client, let alone tell others that you were resented...

Will be punished.

He must be punished by that black-hearted three-eyed spider.

"Wu-chan... put on the baby dress first."

Can't find that person, can't find that guy, then I can only change to a simpler way.

If I walk over with a guy who looks like a girl, then the guy who is particularly enthusiastic about Gojo Satoru will definitely follow up and look for opportunities to act recklessly.

At this time, I can kill the opponent.

"Wu-chan, do you like pink or orange?"

It's pink.

I took out the pink tutu skirt and picked up the child. The child opened his eyes in a daze. His innocent water-colored eyes seemed as pure as the sky. When he saw that I was changing his clothes , the whole person is stupid.

Then he cried out loudly.

"Wow!!!"

"Have you peed again?"

I tore off Satoru's pants and frowned.

"It stinks."

"Wow!!"

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that this child has a sad face, as if he wanted to cover his cock with his hands.

"...the kids are fine."

Regardless of his resistance, I rubbed the child's head, changed his diaper forcefully, and changed into a pink tutu skirt forcefully.

I took two photos by the way.

"I don't know if Wu-chan will have a close friend who can talk like the protagonist in the anime... If there is, it would be great."

"In this way, mom can show your friends photos of you before~ Wu-chan~"

Wutiaowu: "..."

The child showed dead fish eyes.

Child look away.

The child bit my arm.

"Then let's go to the temple." I grabbed the child with a firm attitude, "It means to thank your savior properly."

No matter how much the child cried and rolled on the ground, I didn't care about his thoughts.

Only such a young child knows a fart.

Seeing him crying so pitifully, I took out the lipstick on my dressing table and drew a cat's whiskers on the child's face.

Handed him the small mirror, "Play by yourself."

The child obviously hesitated, hesitated, and made a strange rattling sound.

I poked his face, "Aren't you bored? You can draw your own little face with lipstick."

*

Even though I came to this weird place in my family's carriage, the child was still sulking, and tried to paint the places on my body with lipstick.

No matter how I call his name, he ignores me.

An expression of wanting to break up with me.

--so terrible.

I really don't like this ending.

Because it is my own child, and because I love such a child deeply, I look forward to getting a response from the other party even more.

"Let's worship the hell girl first."

I walked in with the child.

"How many years have I... haven't seen her..."

The shrine is lined with statues made of stone, said to commemorate the children who died - children who are sacrificed to the mountain gods every year.

The shrine in this place has a local specialty called cube sugar, which is made into a spherical shape with a transparent base tone of coffee.

"It's to commemorate the hell girl."

I took a piece of candy from the abbot and fed it to the child.

Gojo Satoru obviously likes to eat sweets very much. Usually, when I eat cakes, I always have to step up to share a piece of it.

Today is no exception.

"Do you like it?" I rubbed the child's head, "It is said that it is specially made in the shape of eyeballs."

Gojo Satoru visibly froze for a moment.

"This is a very sad love story. Let me tell you next time I have time."

Yan Moai...

My sister, my hellfire, my life. life. light.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-3017:14:57~2021-10-0122:31:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 funeral room;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：阿尔卑斯小绵羊70瓶；森女系魔王32瓶；两条线20瓶；星云之下的雨落、ppppppower!10瓶；女人类、落羽、马甲日抛、OHOHO的小窝1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!